OK, so I’m not really old (haven’t reached masters status quite yet) and it was a gnat, but really it was not a great way to start my run. About a quarter of a mile in, I inhaled a gnat. Now, I have a very sensitive gag reflex. I can start gagging just by thinking about having something in my throat. So, I’m running along, gagging on the stupid gnat, trying to cough it up or swallow it or something. Meanwhile, this is engaging the same muscles that get seriously stretched when you have kids and I’ve had two of them. So, I spent the first mile of my run trying not to throw up from the bug or pee myself (and still managed to run a 9:24 pace). Ahh, dignity.